One day just my voice
will be all that remains of me.
You’ll look for me in
all your rooms,
on the stairs, in the long
hallways, in the gardens,
you’ll look for me in the cellar,
you’ll look for me under the steps.
One day you’ll look for me.
And everywhere you’ll just hear
my voice, my high monotone
singing voice. Everywhere
it’ll meet you, everywhere
it’ll fool with you, in all
rooms, on the stairs, in the long
hallways, in the gardens, the cellar,
under the steps. One day
you’ll look for me. One day
my voice will be all that remains.